over to the mantel, where Katherine's picture leaned against the wall. He
found it without striking a light, and brought it to the window. By the
dim light from the street and the sky, he could see her face in faint
outline.

"Well, Miss Katherine," he said, looking into the shadowy eyes, "I guess
Jim Weeks isn't the only fighter here."




CHAPTER VI


JUDGE BLACK

There are two kinds of business men: those who make their business at once
work and play, a means of acquiring wealth and a most exciting game whose
charms make all other games seem flat and unprofitable; and another class
who, though they may enjoy work, turn for recreation to whist or
philanthropy or golf. Porter belonged to the latter class. He went into
the fight against Jim Weeks simply because he hoped it would make him
richer, and it did not occur to him that he could enjoy the action. On
Wednesday morning he sat in his office wondering if he could not get away
to the Truesdale golf links for a match that afternoon.

He looked over the ground carefully, and could see no way by which Weeks
could save himself from defeat, for the control of Tillman City gave
C. & S.C. a majority of the stock. Weeks's allies were deserting him,
so that he now had a bare majority in the Board of Directors. Anyway,